During the three years I was gone, Luther had never stopped searching for me. The excessive stress and anxiety caused mental exhaustion, and the constant traveling wore down his body, leaving his spirit deeply fatigued and unable to sleep. To suppress his mental instability, he began taking suppressants. Initially, the dosage was mild, but as his episodes became more frequent, he needed stronger and stronger medication. Now the drugs barely worked at all. When I stepped into the ward, the dull haze in his eyes lit up instantly. He teared up as he tried to sit up, but the movement pulled at his IV needle. Tessa rushed to call the doctor, but he only kept his gaze fixed on me. It was as if he was asking silently, "You won't leave again, right?" Tessa stood beside me, her expression was sorrowful as she turned to me, her eyes pleading. I gave a faint shake of my head and said softly, "We'll talk when you're strong enough to sit." He nodded, and a smile appeared at the cor
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